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 Camberley, London Road c1955 (ref: C12081) |
Year: 1960
1960s And Prior -London Road Haunts
I was born in Bagshot but moved to Camberley in 1955 when I was 8. I attended York Town Primary School which was, and on checking the maps still appears to be, located on the other side of the London Road, a bit further down from what was once the Odeon cinema. Later on, like Gaynor Henderson (Smith), I went to France Hill School and in 1966 also married a soldier from the RMA. I moved to Australia in early 1973 shortly after my marriage failed and now live on North Stradbroke Island with my new partner. When we talk of our early years I fondly recall my old haunts along the London Road - the Blue Pool and waiting impatiently for opening day on the first of April each year then nearly freezing to death, the Cambridge Hotel and trad jazz nights in the room out the back, Moss Bros shop where as a child I'd press my nose against the window drooling over the saddlery, the Staff College stables I'd often make a detour to on the way home from school - I was horse crazy, visits to the library at the Council offices and the swings near the recreation grounds where fairs set up camp each year, the sweet shop opposite York Town Primary where I'd buy gob stoppers and sherbert dips, the Odeon Cinema - Saturday morning pictures and the sing-along and years later with boys in the back row, the Avenue and Globe pubs with their smoke-filled bars - great friends and mistletoe at Christmas, Roses Cafe where we'd finger jive to the juke box and make a coffee last 2 hours, the Duke of York Hotel where I had my first silver service dinner at age 18 - the waiter spoke in hushed tones and no-one else talked out loud - I'll bet it's different today! I also recall taking part in ballet and tap displays at St Michael's annual garden fete at the vicarage and Overs store where I would visit the fabric and wool sections with my Mum. She made all my ballet and school outfits because I was very tall and skinny (my nick name was Beanpole), and nothing bought would ever fit me! One last regular haunt was a great little shoe shop just up the ramp from the Frimley Road traffic lights - I spent a good share of my wages there each month but new shoes made me feel fantastic! Some things I know have definitely changed - the Blue Pool was filled in many years ago and turned into fancy apartments (my brother owned one), Overs is gone and the Odeon is no longer a cinema. Of my others haunts I have no recent knowledge, but I do still have great memories... Last edited: 26/01/2008 06:42 by Liz Schultz (nee Berry) |
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Camberley, London Road c1955 (ref: C12081) |
Year: 1944
Born Next Door
I was born in the flat above the shop to the right and and just out of sight of the photograph in 1944. Home births were the norm in those days. I lived in Camberley and went to France Hill Secondary School. I remained in Camberley till 1964 by which time I had married my husband Andy who was a soldier at the R.M.A. We have travelled widely but have returned to see my family, who all still reside in the area, several times and we have now settled in Yorkshire. My first thought when I saw this picture was of the time when as a young teenager myself and a few girlfriends were asked to leave the cinema for mucking about and giggling and were not allowed back until we had apologised in person to the manager. Oh happy days! - what a different world it was then. Gaynor Henderson (nee Smith) Last edited: 03/01/2007 22:29 by Gaynor Henderson |
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 Camberley, The Jolly Farmer 1906 (ref: 57182) |
The Golden Farmer
I used to live in Maultway North - the turning directly to the right of the Jolly Farmer - in the mid 1980's, so I have hazy memories of the pub as a customer. But I remember feeling the place to be cut off from the rest of the world - it was always a challenge crossing the London Road as the pub is smack bang in the middle of a busy roundabout. A million miles away from this tranquil image. The legend of the Golden Farmer (where the pub gets its name) always fascinated me - he was a farmer by day but a highwayman by night who robbed rich travellers on their way to London. Famed for paying all his debts in gold, he was eventually caught and hung from the gibbet which stands outside the pub, where he was left for all to see. His gold was never recovered and is rumored to be buried nearby. My efforts towards finding the treasure remain unrewarded! No longer a pub, The Jolly Farmer was first transformed into 'The Mongolian Barbeque', a restaurant. It is now a golf shop. Last edited: 01/06/2006 09:19 by Julian Hight |
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